Is there anyone who has not played I spy?! I know I didn’t play it much when I was a kid, but as a baby-sitter and teacher it was a life saver. No supplies needed it was always easy to throw out there in a pinch.
Well at the place where I work I can spy lots of interesting things from my window. There is hardly a day that goes by that I don’t see something that’s a little “off”.
One day I saw a man pushing a wheel chair. The wheel chair had a huge pile of stuff on it … covered with a blanket. He was headed to the pawn shop across the street. It really kinda looked like a body to me, but I believe that Sherry guessed stereo equipment. Funny how minds can go down two seperate tracks. Anyway, he got to the pawn shop and finally revealed … stereo equipment. We were overjoyed when he came back out empty handed. We were so afraid he was going to have to load up all that stuff again and head back home.
Today was one of the more funny ones. We were eating lunch and Sherry started to tell us about a man that she had seen earlier. She said he had on these really “high-water” pants. He had kind-of a long beard and she said he stopped and and played with something in his hand for awhile, and then walked on.
Not 15 minutes after hearing this story I look up and say, “Ooooh, there’s a man walking with a helmet on. (not to be confused with the man earlier in the week walking around wearing a motorcycle helmet with no motorcycle) As he got closer we realized it was a bicycle helmet. He was also carrying a tent … and get this … he was wearing fishing waders. To make this story even funnier … it was the “high-water” pants guy from earlier. He had now found some waders to protect him from that water he was so afraid of. A salvation army truck pulled up and he kindly saluted them, talked to them for awhile, and then went on his way.
Later he came back and he kept turning his helmet around as if it just wasn’t fitting right. I don’t think he knew which was the front and which was the back. The last time I saw him he was looking at his reflection in the quick shop window.
I want to know his story. Where does he stay at night? Where did he get those waders and that helmet? How did he get to this point in his life?
I may never know the answers to all of these questions. Oh well.
Tell me … from where you are sitting right now … what do you spy with your little eye? Or, if that’s too boring then just tell me something funny you’ve seen lately.